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Show THE IRISH NATIONAL BIRD. Good luck to the Eagle, America's bird, That stands for the land o' the free! Faix, I'm not the wan to be sayin' a word That'd ruffle its feathers. Not me! I'm proud o' the bird as I'm proud o' the land. An' glad to be under its wing. But there is another bird aiqually grand, Whose praises I'm wishful to sing. Now let ye not pucker yer face wid a smile, 'Tis soberest truth that we've got A national bird in the Emerald Isle That's aisily king o' the lot! Aye! "national bird." lie is certainly that. Though others may claim him at times, He's busiest wid the fortunes of Pat At home, an' in far-away climes. An', faix, 'tis the Irish that love him the best An' welcome his favors the most; The man's not true Irish that has him for guest Widout feelin' proud to be host. He seeks out the Irish regardless of place At home or abroad in New York So here's to the National Bird of the Race! Here's "hip. hip, hurrah!" for the stork! T. A. Daly. |